The closest person was a cool two feet away, exactly the way he liked it these days, but Draco was still there. Participating. Even enjoying the festival, one might say, if one were so inclined to passing superficial judgement. All was the way he preferred at the moment, at least until he turned to walk away again and met a body instead, the wayward imbecile knocking the drink from his hand.
“Watch where you’re going, you blithering idiot!” A disdainful glare joined the sharp reproach.













